Right, now my sons are in their room, lights out. We had a backyard evening with friends and red meat, and we let them stay up late to eat Popsicles.
They are supposed to be sleeping now, but I see through walls and experience; they are both sitting up, peering between bars and bumpers to tell jokes in gibberish and maybe someone is throwing stuffed animals. I hear baby laughs and big boy squeals, and who needs toys when you have a big brother to entertain you?
I will sit here, and say nothing, and file these moments away. What's the magic called, when you are young and your brother is your best friend?
That's my gift for today.
